The battle with the self

Love our enemies?

They make us strong, they make us better.

  What is the cause?

  What force is at work?

  Platitudes vanish when lives are at stake.

  Siblings, loved ones, the "ex".

  “It was only meant to be a 'date', a casual night out.”

Animosity, rage, anger and collective hatred escalate to a devastating force.

Expectation, presumption, idealised fantasies of love, projected realities.

'Better to lose your love to death than betrayal'.

Mismatch, 'Unrequited obsession'?

Illusion, delusion, passion, fixation, forces beyond our control.

There are, it would appear, times when self-termination really is the only option.

For every one who has taken this early end, how many struggle to stay alive?

How about, a thousand to one?